“Then she’ll jump at a chance to marry,” said the Mayor, coolly. “Has she a good temper?”
“Yes,” said Berty, feebly, “but—”
“But what? Does she snap sometimes?”
“No, no, she is always ladylike, but I am just sure she wouldn’t marry you.”
“Why are you so sure,” asked the Mayor, sharply.
“Because—because—”
“Am I a red Indian or a cowboy?” asked Mr. Jimson, indignantly.
“No, but—”
“Is she a strong girl?”